The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 377: The final winner

Chapter Three Hundred and Seventh

　　Jing Jue appeared, no matter it was Lin Yun or Shui Wuhen, there was no accident between them.

　　 When the opponent appeared, the two people in the match noticed his presence.

　　 is just a fight, at the critical moment, I can't make a fight.

　　 Neither of them drew their swords. A large part of the reason was that they were afraid of Jing Jue's existence.

　　 Seeing Shui Wuhen being injured, Jing Jue in the dark changed his attention and appeared in advance.

　　 As he said, in the Great Qin Empire, there is no other rising star comparable to Lin Yun. While cultivating Dragon Tiger Fist and Dragon Elephant Fighting Body Jue, there is also a deadly swordsmanship.

　　 For hundreds of years, the best geniuses of the empire have emerged one after another without interruption.

　　On the stage of the Dragon Gate Competition, there has never been a lack of dazzling protagonists. But no one, not at all, no one can practice so much martial arts like Lin Yun, and can cultivate to such a high level.

　　Whether it is Dragon Tiger Boxing or Dragon Elephant Fighting Body Art, mastering one, you can run wild in the empire.

　　 Lin Yun, who both cultivated both, combined with his own swordsmanship, went so far as to take an unprecedented path.

　　Jing Jue felt a little jealous in his heart, afraid of the horrible pressure brought by the other party after he really grew up.

　　He has got the sword, and he doesn't want the sword in the ninth floor too much.

　　Compared with this, he cared more about removing Lin Yun from the ninth layer. The ownership of the sword is just enough to squeeze the water without a trace. Such a plan will kill two birds with one stone.

　　 Right now, it is also an excellent time for him to show up. Shui Wuhen has no reason to refuse.

　　 is exactly as he thought, the wounded Shui Wuhen, no matter how arrogant he is, he has to accept it.

　　 "You showed up in time."

　　 Shui Wuhen looked at each other deeply, laughed at himself, and then said: "I accept your help."

　　嘭!

In the hall of 　　, Jing Jue took the lead in attacking, and his figure flickered. The true essence and evil spirit in his body were condensed, and a arrogant blood knife burst out. The blood was shocking, and it flew towards Lin Yun.

　　 "I hope neither of you regret the decision you made!"

　　 Lin Yun's eyes flashed anger. He rarely gets angry, but right now he is really angry.

　　 Whether it is Jing Jue or Shui Wuhen, they have strengths comparable to him, and they have joined forces to deal with themselves in these nine levels.

　　 Very good, don’t blame him for being ruthless in today’s battle.

　　 After one thought, the innate sword intent roared in half a step, full of sharp aura. Just like a peerless sword coming out of its sheath, indifferent, cruel and bloody.

　　Mu Xiuhan killed many people, but Xiao Xiao who died under his Lin Yunjian is countless.

　　Don't be him Lin Yun, he really has no temper!

　　 "Sword!"

　　 beckoning, Lin Yun held the burial sword that popped out of the box behind him, and the feeling of blood connection filled his heart. Under the infusion of the majestic true essence, the sword was drawn out of its sheath, and the cold and lingering blade of the sword was instantly cut on the flying horror blade.

　　嗤嗤!

　　 In the sound of the broken stone, this sword is so powerful that it smashed the blood blade of the evil spirit and the true essence on the spot.

　　 is not over yet, the remaining sword power whizzes away.

　　 After Jing Jue shattered a palm, his face changed slightly, and his footsteps moved back three steps on his hind legs.

　　 Lin Yun's strength is a bit stronger than he imagined.

　　 "Shui Wuhen, there is no need to guard me, your smoke and cloud swordsmanship will no longer be used, I'm afraid you won't have the chance to do it again."

　　 Jing Jue said with an indifferent expression, and while speaking, his whole body's evil spirit mixed with the true essence burst out. The **** evil spirit enveloping him was condensed into a sharp long knife, and the **** evil spirit contained a cold breath of unfeeling hatred, which was shocking at first glance.

　　 "As you wish, clouds of smoke are everywhere!"

　　 A long sword suddenly appeared in Shui Wuhen's hand. The sword was accidentally released all over, and the sword was drawn out of its sheath. The vast sword intent evolves into a boundless cloud of smoke, and the figure is divided into four, each sword falling has nine true and false, and it is like a misty sword light.

　　 For a moment, his sword power is like a cloud, and he continues to stretch. It looked like an endless sword glow, turned into a vast sea of ​​clouds, gathered from all directions, and rushed towards Lin Yun overwhelmingly.

　　This sword is so powerful that it perfectly presents the subtleties of Smoky Cloud Swordsmanship.

　　 Boom!

　　Jing Jue did not keep his hands either. When the evil spirit was condensed to the peak, he drew his sword out of its sheath.

　　 I saw a majestic and domineering **** knife light, with a weird and evil aura, mixed in the boundless sword force of the water, and Lin Yun shrouded him towards him.

　　 For a while, the two of them used their own killer moves, without leaving any hands, they killed Lin Yun.

　　The scene is extremely dangerous, no matter who it is, in the depths, there will be a touch of despair.

　　 With long hair spreading, Lin Yun held the sword in his hand tightly. At this moment, he had no distractions, all he thought was the sword in his hand.

　　 To the heart of the sword, fearless in life and death!

　　Half a step of innate sword intent, he was urged to the limit, purple sword light filled his body. The sword swung by the sword body, the water and moon sword power, turned into a cold light sword light, facing the sea of ​​clouds falling from the sky, and the **** light shrouded in it, letting go.

　　锵! Cang! Cang! Cang! Cang! Cang......

　　 Sparks are splashing all over, and the sound of the weapon handover continues. The thrilling fight was like a monstrous wave accompanied by violent storms, and there was no peace for a moment.

　　 The fierce and cruel battle lasted for half an hour. The true essence was surging in the air, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, the sword light was unknown, and the blood was splashing.

　　 suddenly......

　　 Lin Yun's eyes flashed, and the whole body suddenly condensed, a purple battle armor that outlined the ancient dragon elephant.

The 　　 battle armor appeared and wrapped it perfectly, without dodge or evasion, and abruptly took Jing Jue's knife.

　　 Click!

　　 The blood-colored blade is so powerful that it split the armor to pieces and exploded countless cracks with a single knife.

　　 But this knife didn't hurt Lin Yun after all, and Jing Jue himself was shocked back.

　　The light of the moon!

　　 Lin Yun took this opportunity to shake his wrist, and the sword light shattered into the clouds. Shui Wuhen hidden in the sea of ​​clouds was forced out, and his sword seemed to have counted everything, almost the moment when the opponent had just forced out his figure.

　　 A flash of sword light like a bright moon blasted towards the water like lightning.

　　 "Damn!"

　　 Shui Wuhen's face changed drastically, and the sudden change made him somewhat unable to react. This sword must be hit, and the middle is closed. The only thing he can do is to try to reduce his injuries after hitting this sword.

　　 Electric light, flint, light, too late to think, swung several swords to greet him.

　　嘭!

　　The sword light that can be as magnificent as a bright moon, how can the sword light he swung out in a hurry can resist. His sword light smashed into pieces like a rotten sword, and his sword power collapsed. The moonlight was like a fierce fire and annihilated the water Wuhen, like a raging flame, burning.

　　 Jing Jue, who was the first to land, flashed a strange light in his eyes, and a dangerous sound was heard in the dark.

　　 Fortunately, this sword Lin Yun was directed at Shui Wuhen, otherwise he would have no time to react on the way he was shaken off.

　　huh!

　　 Shui Wuhen walked out of the sword like a bright moon, his whole body was covered with scars, and his white clothes were stained with blood, and he was very embarrassed.

　　 The two looked at Lin Yun, both of them were shocked, completely unexpected.

　　 With one enemy and two, it still didn't have much advantage, and it was even countered by the opponent.

　　 "Thousands of miles cold!"

　　 Without waiting for them, Lin Yun's ultimate move was used again.

　　 The burial sword is in his hand, and with a backhand wave, the sharp sword light is like a violent cold wind, like a plum blossom in winter snow.

　　 is so high and proud, to the cold!

　　, a sword that looks like a light and fluttering sword, but it carries the chill of thunder, like a bright sky, and it instantly enters the winter of flying snowflakes.

　　 Click, click!

　　As far as the eye can see, where the sword power passes, without exception, it is frozen.

　　 Shui Wuhen and Jing Jue, amidst the turmoil of the true essence, each blocked their swords in front of them. Although not frozen in ice, when the true essence touched the cold and lingering sword, it exploded in an instant. Each spit out blood and flew out.

　　To the heart of the sword, go forward bravely!

　　 Lin Yun was full of vigor. There was no fear or timidity in his eyes, and he ran with a sword in one hand in the hall.

　　 Bang Bang Bang!

　　Between running, the boundless sword power, like a surging river turning into a huge wave, whizzing away.

　　Shui Wuhen and Jing Jue, who landed on the ground, were forced to breathe hard in front of the huge waves.

　　 resisted a little bit hard, and while gritted his teeth to support, his confidence crumbled little by little.

　　 One sword lingers for nine days, one sword sweeps, one sword sweeps the wasteland, one sword cuts the floating clouds.

　　 Floating clouds for nine days, eight wastes!

　　 did not give the opponent the slightest chance, Lin Yun, who was running wild, burst into endless domineering, and sacrificed his Tyrant Sword.

　　嘭!

　　 was as bright as the sun, with a dazzling sword light that defeated the opponent's final confidence. The two of them were almost cut into two pieces by the sword light, the ribs on their chests were all broken, the internal organs exploded with cracks, and they hit the ground with heavy injuries, kicking their breath extremely heavy.

　　 A jade slip appeared in both hands at the same time, but it was just when they were about to hold it.

　　 Seeing the cold eyes, he shivered involuntarily, and the movement of crushing the jade slip stopped.

　　 "Want to go? It's not impossible, leave your storage bags."

　　 Lin Yun gave a sneer, driving him to a desperate situation, still thinking about leaving in front of him?

　　 impossible!

　　 Shui Wuheng gritted his teeth and said: "Lin Yun, there is no need to do this superbly. In the sixth floor, your senior sister and senior brother met me~IndoMTL.com~ I didn't push them to death."

When 　　 spoke, Shui Wuheng took out a bottle of Hanyundan from the storage bag.

The meaning of 　　 is self-evident.

　　 "I hope you didn't lie to me."

　　 recruited the medicine bottle into his hand, Lin Yun glanced at him, nodded slightly.

　　 Shui Wuheng breathed a sigh of relief, crushed the jade slip, shrouded in light, and disappeared into the ninth floor of the palace with a strong unwillingness.

　　"You better die in the tenth floor, don't come out!"

　　 Jing Jue looked indifferent, threw out the storage bag around his waist, and crushed the jade slip in his hand.

　　 In his storage bag, there is an ancient sword, which is no less valuable than the sword in these nine layers.

　　 When it was thrown out, his heart seemed to have been dug out, and the pain of losing his beloved one was beyond words.

　　 "Don't worry, I will let you down."

　　 Lin Yun waved, sucked the other's storage bag into his hand, and said calmly.

　　……

　　The Silent Wasteland, in the black lotus formation, two figures appeared one after another.

　　 "Jing Jue!"

　　 "No trace of water!"

　　 The elders of Qijuebao and Moyue Villa suddenly exclaimed, and their faces were shocked when they saw the terrible scars on their bodies.

　　 After waiting for a long time, there was no third figure in the wasteland.

　　 "Only Lin Yun is left, it is Lingxiao Jiange who has the last laugh."

　　 Undoubtedly, it must be Jiange Lin Yun. With one enemy and two, Wushui Wuhen and Jing Jue have become the biggest winner in the Black Lotus Palace.

　　 Shui Wuhen and the sword wound on Jing Jue's body are enough to explain everything.